OK so on Friday I went off to the Musee d'Aquitaine to start work on my fourth essay for FR 450. Unfortunately, one entire section of the museum was blocked off, but that was okay because there was a group of children following behind me and I was able to escape them by going upstairs instead of into the next section. They really ruin the ambiance. I would tell you more about the museum, but I guarantee that's going to be going into my essay and I'll post that as soon as it's done. (I probably should start actually writing it... oh well).
That's really all I did on Friday. I started scanning some of my notes from my classes so I can get rid of all the papers I have floating around here that are definitely not necessary.
Today's Saturday and earlier this week I agreed to go to Sophie's to do some Christmas baking. But then I entirely forgot about it and didn't know where she lived and would have been six hours late, so I obviously didn't go to that today.
This morning I went out on St. Catherine and I bought a new pair of earrings. Not important, but I quite like them.
Speaking of St. Catherine, I'd like to address the new security in Bordeaux since the terrorist attacks in Paris. It's out of controle (accent circonflex o) [also it's a pun].
Anyways, you always had to go through a "controle" when you went to the library or the museum, meaning that you opened your bag so the security officer could see inside. But now, you also have to unzip your coat and open your bag and sometimes they shine flashlights inside. And it's not only the municipal library and the museum--it's all the malls, any really big store, and sometimes the street leading to a bunch of big stores (like the Promenade St. Catherine).
They don't always ask me to unzip my coat, even when they ask the people I'm walking with to do so because apparently my coat is "so small." But I will inform you that if I can smuggle a panini the length of my torso for four blocks back to my apartment, I can smuggle a gun--so stop skimping on the tiny people.
In addition to the greater number of controles, we also now have uniformed soldiers posted in two places off of St. Catherine. I don't know why that street is so important, it only crosses St. C. and I don't think any of the buildings between the soldiers look that important. They wear the same uniform and carry the same guns as I saw in Paris over Toussaint, but there's only four in comparison to the fourteen I saw in Paris, so I can't imagine what their security looks like now. Walking home from the movies the other night, the soldiers were wearing these huge green matching mufflers that went from their shoulders to up past their noses. I'm sure they're glad to be warm, but I imagine standing there for hours with that on would get soggy and claustrophobic.
The bottom floor of the building I'm currently staying at is an Indian restaurant. So tonight I went out and got chicken Tikka Masala and naan and I ate all of it and now my tummy hurts. It was worth it though, because the microwave doesn't work and I wouldn't have been able to eat it again tomorrow.
Speaking of the microwave, remember when I tried to use it and I had to take out the plate of spaghetti and coffee (???) in order to attempt to cook my oatmeal? Well I got curious today and I checked inside of it. The same coffee and spaghetti are still there and they are very very very moldy. A cool fuzzy mold that's green on the bottom and huge fluffy white on top. I thought about cleaning it up and then I thought "nah." Have fun with that later yogurt&pudding-stealing-roomies!!
MWAHAHAHA
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